Archive for March, 2014

“ode to a frontier”

black rivers flow

under white skies that shimmer and glow

the ground under foot

so soft from the melt of snow

and the pilgrims that come

are hidden in a place of shadows

with their wide brimmed hats

and their buckles of brass

but that now seems

as it were centuries ago

for here we are just now

bound to the present as it were

in small living rooms

where the sound of music grows

among a mix of young strangers

they are all dressed just right

and the sound of the banjo

it trickles and screams

while it lives among voices

and sleepy beer-soaked dreams

oh how it slips

through windows untidy

living on the air

in the wind

and driven so slightly

carried on the smiles of such faces

with their eyes open widely

as they step past the doorways

alone and together

into the night that breathes wildly

and know this for surely

they will come once again

for such songs are a bribery

filling our souls to the edge

and as we peer over

from this porch-wide lofty perch

it’s those songs we’ll remember

we will take them to our homes

and when those frontiers full of sadness

they ache our weary bones

we will sing out from our windows

to those ears in distant homes

for when we have such music

we shall never be alone


-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 3/9/14

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